Classic Poem

Now whilst the moon doth rule the sky,
And the stars, whose feeble light
Give a pale shadow to the night,
Are up, great Pan commanded me
To walk this grove about, whilst he
In a corner of the wood,
Where never mortal foot hath stood,
Keeps dancing, music, and a feast,
To entertain a lovely guest,
Where he gives her many a rose,
Sweeter than the breath that blows
The leaves; grapes, berries of the best,
I never saw so great a feast.
But to my charge; here must I stay,
To see what mortals lose their way,
And by a false fire seeming bright,
Train them in, and leave them right.
Then must I watch if any be
Forcing of a chastitie.
If I find it, then in haste
Give my wreathed horn a blast;
And the fairies all will run,
Wildly dancing by the moon,
And will pinch him to the bone,
Till his lustful thoughts be gone.